Toward a Fourth Physics (PhCm) Phoenix

Toward a Fourth Physics (PhCm) Phoenix





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My Godhood for a Little While L. Edgar Otto 06-15-10

We are victims of the weather more than
we are victims of each other in the long run
We herdsmen of flirtations to other species toward
the unity of life, share food with the wild young

The disc, equatorial clock of the sun in cycles churn the
ball of flame and frame within its snakeskin self and
Our stay here in the miracle as fleeting as new lovers
but just as precious in its reign and days

Is there time enough to reach for the stars that our
ashes contain our memory not just meaningless fires?
Or will we dwell in the mystery resolved to them,
false prophets and prophesy's and planets war?

Your granite marker, Mom and Dad, falling, sinking, fading to deeper sea
Only I, no god but from the fisher folk arise, recall

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